Soccer Jocks Sean and Marco Return to Being Emo Ryder and Justin By kooldoggie
Several days later, Sean and Marco were back in LA, actually living once more in the house in the Valley they had occupied as 70's style skaters Ryder and Justin, but this time they were no longer in the skater group, but among the other jock roommates. Sean and Marco still felt a little out of place, for although they were total athletes, they were among the smallest of the jocks, and definitely on the more slender side.
Sean groaned in pleasure one morning, waking up being hugged by sexy Marco, the half-Mexican boy's long, thin cock firmly in the blonder boy's butt, where he usually kept it all night as they snuggled tight in their queen bed. It was an extremely comforting feeling, their bodies fused as much as was humanly possible, but now Marco needed release. He began thrusting into the slightly smaller boy, causing Sean to groan further, Marco kissing up and down the other soccer stud's neck while both their thick, topknot ponytails bounced in rhythm with their efforts. Their strong feet rubbed together while increasing friction and exertion caused a thin sheen of sweat to coat Sean's slim chest. At last, he gasped out in a slightly higher voice than he usually used under normal circumstances, as Marco filled him up, Sean spurting onto the slick sheets. After making out for a while, they snuggled and recovered, then decided it was time to get up and go to class at the local college they both attended with their roommates, graduating this year in Physical Education. Afterwards they would join the team on the field for practice. But for now, the boys showered off their sweat and sticky fluids, lingering under the warm spray as they again kissed, their looser, long hair trailing over their shoulders until it could again be put up into the cute topknots. Once that was done, they dressed in their loose soccer shorts, jerseys and sneakers, grabbing their cleats on the way out, their long, slender but solid tan legs pumping with hard strength. Their physiques were nowhere near as powerful and sturdy as the Viking-tall surferstuds they had been, but they still exuded a polished athleticism, conveying youth and agility.
But the jock life was not to last long for them, as it took very little these days to induce the change, and sometimes it could be subconscious. That's what would happen this time, for the tired, sweaty boys returned from their practice, had an early spaghetti dinner with the other roommates and retired to their private room for snuggles. But Marco had found out an old horror movie was on, one he'd wanted to see for a long time, and after convincing his boyfriend they could watch before bed, they turned in, naked, tan, strong soccer feet touching each other as they watched the film.
It had been a bit scarier than either thought, with plenty of jumpy frights coming from young Sean, who snuggled tighter against Marco for comfort. And so the blonde soccer jock's heart was racing a bit as the movie concluded, though he tried to laugh it off, kissing Marco goodnight. Marco did his duty, pushing up against Sean's firm, athletic butt until his dusky eight-incher was firmly inside. Sean groaned with the pressure and the pleasure it caused, but the youth had learned to take its full length long ago, its comfort inducing a pleasant haze over his tired brain. Soon enough, both soccer jocks were asleep, Marco's brunette topknotted head resting on top his boyfriend's bright blonde man-bun.
Sean remembered a night full of scary dreams, the horror movie definitely a bad idea, but some of the dreams, for some reason, seemed kind of funÉ As morning arrived, Sean awoke groggily, feeling very different. The sheets were soaked in sweat. He felt in a dark, sullen mood, not at all the mellowness he usually experienced upon waking, with Marco's firm hardon still in him. But the arm that draped over him did not look like Marco's; it was too pale, Marco's arm being toned and brown. This was a long, slender, hairless arm with a few black star tattoos running down it, a leather wristband with metal studs, and a long-fingered pale hand with long nails painted black.
His wonder and excitement grew, as he looked down his own body. He was Ryder again! Not only that, emo Ryder, his original core persona! The body was skinny, taut and toned and stretched out to six-feet, his weight dropping a little to a light 120 lbs. A few star tattoos splashed across his pale, freckled shoulders, his tiny pink nipples pierced, and he could tell that his snakebite piercings were back in his full lips. He could feel he also had another small ring through the side of his nostril, just as he'd had when he was 17.
"Justin, babe, wake up!" Ryder whispered, bucking against his still sleeping boyfriend. The returned emo boy Justin mumbled groggily, beginning his morning thrusts. Ryder groaned in pleasure, though he could tell even his cock must have changed. It didn't fill him up quite as much as Marco's, for Justin packed only six-and-a-half inches when hard, yet it was still quite a pleasing feeling. But Justin stopped suddenly as he noticed his long, pale arms, and he looked himself up and down, admiring the tall, skinny body that was by no means jock anymore, though the firm, long legs had taut enough muscle for a skateboarder. "Yeah!" Justin exulted, rubbing his long hands over the firm ridges of his small abs. Ryder looked over at his boyfriend's hot face, the perfectly done, though now morning-shaggy, dyed black hair framing his thin face, with those cool white streaks, the thick black eyeliner around those stunning blue eyes, the silver studs and cuffs on his ears. This was once again a sensitive, artsy skaterboy, if a bit fucked-up, but that's how emo Ryder loved him.
Justin looked back at Ryder, realizing he hadn't seen him in this persona for years, since he had moved, for he had been quite a bit more extreme when he had returned that first time around. This Ryder was just emo enough, with those heart-melting, mysterious green eyes also done with liner, snub nose with its rebel ring in the side, the face cute and soulful, the black hair perfectly falling down his neck to touch the black leather studded collar. This was the boy he'd always loved, the one he'd take on the world with. Justin looked down at his paler cock, part of him kind of missing Marco's bigger tool, but it was still pleasing enough, and it stiffened as it once again felt the heat off Ryder's pale, firm butt. He sneered wickedly, pushing it in again as he embraced his beautiful boyfriend.
Ryder once again groaned in his higher voice, shudders of pleasure running through him. They leaned in to kiss, their tongue piercings clacking together as they probed each other's mouths. And so the white emo boys got down to long delayed business, Justin reclaiming the boy who'd eluded him for so long.
After they were spent, they discovered their emo clothes lying on the floor, next to their skateboards, and they slipped their long legs once again into black skinny jeans and skate shoes, their pale, tattooed torsos into their favorite band shirts, Ryder reapplying his beanie over the meticulously arranged black locks. The two held hands as they looked into each other's highly intelligent eyes, no longer part of the jock crowd, but perhaps the skaters by the pool would accept them. "Sweet!" exclaimed Justin, looking outside. "It's cloudy out! C'mon." They wouldn't have to be concerned about the hot sun today, so perhaps they could get some good skating in, and then they could decide just how they should get back to Seattle.